I saw one of P. Ramlee’s pictures last night. One of my favorites, Masam Masam Manis. I was particularly in awe of his meet cute with the leading actress, Sharifah Hanim. Effortless and straightforward albeit being limited by the accessibility of the amenities that are widely and conveniently found in today’s world. People were far less complicated in the olden days. Blunt and transparent with their intentions. And life was so much simpler then in spite of the war and limitations in life. I wish I existed in a time where people were actually speaking when they were talking, listening when they were hearing, loving when they were feeling.
Newton’s third law of motion.
They say a whole is greater than the sum of its parts. People come into your life and touch you on different facets that make up you. And when they leave, they take a piece of you with them. So how can you be a whole still when all you’re left with are voids of the parts which have been taken away from you?
“I’m going to read what I want…and listen to what I want. And I’m going to look at paintings and watch French films…and I’m going to talk to people who know lots about lots.” —Jenny
I’m currently going through a debacle of some sort. Tumult of the heart. Due to that, I’m perpetually disheartened to do just about anything, living in particular. Also safe to say that I’ve in a way, hit plateau in life? Be that as it may, it’s reassuring to know that this predicament that I’m in is very natural and is very much part and parcel of life. Everyone I’ve confided in about it has gone through it and they’re much better people because of it. Pain truly builds character. I’m just looking forward to the day I’ll finally be able to say “everything happens for a reason and I’m glad this happened.”
Oh you malignant being.
How did you manage to suck the life outta me in record time?
Leaving me feeling barren.